Jack Horkheimer Knew How (Not) To Party

This fascinating article from the now defunct Miami Herold Tropic provides great insight to the actual man behind the persona of “Jack” Horkheimer.

He mixes luxury and austerity. Horkheimer dabbles in bonds, has an American Express Gold Card and belongs to the Playboy Club. He wears a $10 electric watch and a ring set with a second-century BC bronze coin from the reign of Ptolemy VI of Egypt. He has a heavy metal plaque embossed with the word “HUSTLER” on his key ring. He drinks only champagne, which he buys 10 cases at a time, in vintages varying from cheap, oversweet Andre to dry, costly Moët & Chandon. He makes champagne cocktails by pouring the bubbly over a lump of sugar laced with Angostura bitters, and laps them up delicately, cat-like, one after another. He enjoys food and dines out at least four nights a week. He owns a large, old, hand-built stereo system whose amplifier is all vacuum tubes, not a single transistor. He admires Shostakovich symphonies and Peggy Lee.

The article also discusses a raging “doomsday party” that Jack Horkheimer threw on the Crandon Park beach in Miami, Florida back in 1982. An estimated 3,000 people showed up for the bash. Unfortunately the party dissolved into a mass of chaos with four young men stabbed, dozens beaten up and robbed, and around 30 arrested. You can read more at the Archived Miami Herold article about the incident here.

Sister Golden Hair Suprise

The Chutes At Mary Jane
Last Sunday probably wasn’t the last day of the ski season for me. Arapahoe Basin will most likey be open long into the spring (I once skied A-Basin on the 4th of July) and I’m sure I’ll get one last day in there. But Sunday was was the last day to ski for free on our passes. Mary Jane was much more crowded than we expected. The last two weekends have been practically empty but it seems, this time around, everyone had the same idea as us and it ended up being a lot of fun.

The entire place was a giant party/cookout/ski fest. There were at least three bands in the parking lot – a punk band that drew all the young snowboarders, an “old persons band” that rocked out the classics like America’s Sister Golden Hair (One of my many favorite songs from the 70’s), and an acoustic duo that was barely audible above all the party goers.

The entire day was a blast and the whole mountain was going off. We had bluebird skies and weather in the 60’s. We had hot dogs, beer, and a grill. We had enough snow that the chutes were open (see the photo above) and the skiing was nice and heavy and mash-potato-ey at the bottom. Lots of people were dressed up in costumes or bikinis. It was probably one of the more fun days in what was one of the better ski seasons of my life.
Party In The Parking Lot

I Found This In My Draft Posts And Figured It Was Worth Publishing: Originally Titled “The Weather Outside Is Frightful”

A few things that have recently brought me the Christmas Spirit:

  • Snow!
  • Hanukkah last week
  • Decorating pops tree last night
  • The hanging of the festive lights
  • Lasagna party
  • Two Birthday parties
  • Family
  • Cookies
  • Champagne
  • House warming party
  • Brunches
  • Freezing cold bathroom floors
  • The mini tree
  • Friends
  • Dinner parties
  • Hot toddies
  • Fires in the fireplace
  • Jacksonville, Funida

    It has been nearly three weeks and I never wrote about my trip to Florida. Well, about three weeks ago I went to Florida. For a short week. To celebrate my mothers 60th birthday. This is the first time I had been out there since my mother moved there about a-year-and-a-half ago. It was a great trip that mostly involved tons and tons of beach time. Mostly large wave beach time that was perfect for body surfing and boogie boarding in. We had a great sushi dinner for my mom’s birthday. There was tons of drinking going on all weekend, and plenty of fun was had by all. More fun than I am aloud to talk about on this blog. Which also made things very interesting. Downers included the loss of my wallet and an unexpected overnight stay in a very dumpy hotel in Atlanta. But this is how I roll.

    BIG Candle

    Old Man And The Sea

    Beach

    Surfs Up

    Delayed

    Second Annual Beer Olympics: Aquatic Version

    Second Annual Beer Olympics: Aquatic Version

    Second Annual Beer Olympics: Aquatic Version

    It’s a week late but I thought I’d share a little about my Independence Day holiday. I woke up early and headed over to Bear’s house for the 4th of July Pool Party And 2nd Annual Beer Olympics: Aquatic Version. Events included blind mans beer, swim-chug-pull, beer tread. G and I came in second place thanks mainly to G’s ability to tread water for 55 minutes with a beer in one hand. She said she could have gone longer but frankly everybody was getting bored (and a little too drunk) with watching her.

    Afterward we swung over to my brothers for some pizza and tacos from “Tacoss” taquería (no website, no yellow pages address, no citysearch, located here and more beer. We picked up Pandy and headed back to the pool party where many pool games were played, long floats were floated and cold beers were drankeded. The rest of the evening consisted of a Sopranos marathon. Good times indeed.

    Other things that have been occupying my time include:

  • A birthday party at Sushi Basho
  • A birthday party at Carmines On Penn
  • Tubing down the Platte
  • Car troubles
  • Baseball games
  • Wake boarding
  • Renewed Vows
  • Movies
  • Other stuff
  • Juxtaposing Parties

    It’s been so long since I wrote on here that it’s hard to get started again. Last Friday we hosted a dinner party and had a bunch of friends over. G made her Penne a la Vodka specialty, accidentally using vanilla vodka, which in the end, turned out wonderful. It was touch and go there for a few minutes though.
    Making a Fool of Myself at the Masquerade Party :: Denver, Colorado
    Saturday was filled with parties. The two parties we attended were juxtapositions of each other. One was holiday attire, the other was masquerade. One showed a well produced engagement video on a large screen TV, the other had a V.J. who projected experimental video clips onto the wall. One was held in a community center, the other was held in an Uptown Victorian. One had light blues music playing throughout, the other had D.J.s, drum circles, and guitar jams. One had an incredible spread of homemade food that tasted like it was catered, the other had nothing but booze and beer. At one we sat on ottomans and socialized, at the other we danced and smoked cigarettes on the roof. At one I felt very grown up at the other I felt… very grown up.
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